Chapter 1

I stood at the river's edge. The water whirling and splash against the rocks. I jumped in, holding my nose and waiting for the impact. And suddenly, a fear came over me. A fear that panged and hurt in my stomach, the feeling when I teleport. Adrenalin and something else… I teleported out to where I had jumped. I called myself a coward. I couldn't do it. I saw faces pass by, I wanted what they had, but I was to scared to reach out and grab it and too afraid of it. Seeing them with the gift, dull eyes and face twisted in pain and anguish. I threw on my swishing cape and headed to my solitary cabin in the middle of nowhere, humming the tune that he had hummed to her right before, right before - I couldn't think about it.

Tam's POV

We were living in solitude by the beach. She cleaned, while I cooked and sat on the beach watching the waves roll by, reminding me of someone I had lost. It made me smile. I thought of my wife, she lost the same thing and her face, her beautiful face had been scarred beyond recognition. Every day, after she was done with the house she came out, bringing drinks and games, and joined me on the beach. I was happy, but still scarred for life and full of sorrow.

Biana's POV

I didn't like being social like I was before. The memories still haunt me every time I see someone other than the people I'm comfortable with. I was happy with my husband. We always chatted in the afternoon, but besides that we were quite. I cleaned. Making everything perfect, even if it already was. It helped me hang on to what many had lost. We had a son, handsome as his dad and spunky like me. While we were in the middle of a card game and a glass of lemonade Tam had freshly squeezed and mixed an hour ago, we heard a yelp from the kitchen, signaling Jaidyn was home and had touched his father's hot pan of Mallowmelt.V

Keefe POv

Dex and I were the only ones of the crew to survive mentally and physically, mostly. We were approaching our 49th birthdays, 11 years after we defeated the Neverseen. I would, in only two weeks, be going with Dex, and hopefully Tam and Biana, to The Wanderlings' Forest to celebrate the end of the war and the lives of the elves it had taken. 6 trees. Out of 18,243 trees planted after the war, only 6 were important to me.

Della Vacker, Killed after Being caught as a spy against the Neverseen.

Grady Ruenwen, Killed in Action.

Fitz Vacker 18, Died fighting the Neverseen allowing Linh, Tam, Biana, Sophie, Marrella, and I to escape. He and Sophie were sweethearts at the time. They had had a fight the night before. We were eighteen, it was so hard to see Sophie the way she was. I took all of us to muffle her while she was wailing and pushing to get to his lifeless body from our hiding spot. We finally were able to calm her down after explaining that if she gave away our hiding spot his sacrifice would be for nothing. But it was so hard to see her like that. Biana at the time was silent only shed 2 or 3 tears but the next few days she was despondent and muttering to herself saying it was her fault. We thought his death had broken her, and it had, but Sophie fixed that.

Lihn Dizznee 36, died running into Foxfire to save the lives of 400 children trapped during an attack not a child in the wing she rescued were killed, but she was. She was so selfless. Tam's rage was a big contributing factor to our victory. She had left her poor husband, Dex, with infant twins.

Sophie Sencen 37, missing in action after she took down the Neverseen base single-handedly. She had won the war for us. Reports said she survived the feat, but disappeared. They assumed she was killed by an assassin on the way back but no one is sure. But why would she leave me with our two-year-old daughter, if she was still alive?

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Shyla's POV

I tapped the end of my pen against the paper. I was failing my classes, I knew that Elvin thingy-ma-jigs were supposed to come naturally to me from the day I was born, but they just looked like the scribbles on the side of my textbooks. It helped that I had a photographic memory but I was still slow learning it, I mean I could speak it but it was hard to read and write it. My dad liked to joked that it came from my mother...